默读/Silent Reading 5

Like a poisonous plant, Fei Du had sunk his root system deep into the bottom his heart. The slightest breath of wind would tear at his flesh and blood.

Of all the deep negative feelings in the world, hatred for your own cowardice and powerlessness was always the most intense, the most bone-piercing. It was even often unendurable, making it necessary to find a way to turn it around and blame it on other people and things.

“So the one who came to find me just now must have been one of their people.”

Luo Wenzhou nearly shot up off the couch. “What?”

Fei Du was pondering his own matters and didn’t notice Luo Wenzhou’s expression. He said somewhat carelessly, “When I went out, I encountered a taxi driver who must have been waiting for me on purpose…uh…”

Luo Wenzhou grabbed his collar and inspected him from head to foot, finding that there wasn’t even a single thread out of place. As he sighed in relief, anger burned up from the arches of Luo Wenzhou’s feet to the top of his head. “I told you to be a little more careful, and you fucking treated it like the wind blowing past your ear! Fei Du, I’m telling you, if you…if…”

“Take it.” Fei Du waved very magnanimously. “Body and heart, buy one get one free, no need to look for change.”

‘Sometimes when I think about it, I really don’t know who the law is meant to protect. The people restricted are always the ones who observe laws and disciplines. It’s unfair.’

“Luo Wenzhou is the only animal I can’t pick up, and that’s enough.”

Luo Yiguo: “…”

Such a thin chest; such a heavy heart.

Fei Du was normally very indulgent towards him. He didn’t have the heart to spoil his fun. Choosing the lesser of two evils, he made the position as secure as possible, holding Luo Wenzhou’s shoulders and clamping his legs around his waist.

Luo Wenzhou slowly used the tips of his teeth to pull open the bathrobe hanging loosely in front of his chest. “What am I to you?”

“If I don’t listen to you, you resort to force.” Fei Du touched his face helplessly. “If I do listen to you, you suspect that I’m sick… Beloved concubine, you’re too capricious.”

A trace of a smile floated at the corners of Luo Wenzhou’s eyes. Then he grabbed Fei Du’s wrist and spoke with a double meaning: “Am I capricious, or is your lordship’s heart hard to fathom?”

Thinking about it, heroes and villains sometimes come to the same end. They both die, and when they’re dead they’re both piles of rotting bones. Comparatively speaking, when they’re alive, villains have it a little better, living in defiance of the laws.